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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

You Know You're in Rome When....

It's tough not to fall in love here.

You know you're in Rome when a businessman crosses a four-lane mine-field of oncoming rush hour traffic while beaming with supreme confidence (or faith?) that the motorists will stop in time to avoid running him down like a lost and confused dog.

You know you're in Rome when you spot an attractive woman wearing black tights and knee high leather boots walking by you on the sidewalk, and as she passes, you turn to sneak one more look, and you find that she is doing the same.

You know you're in Rome when a table full of Rayban eye-shaded priests occupy a table at a cafe and heatedly argue about politics over cocktails and cigarettes.

You know you're in Rome when a woman who loves her husband very much is issuing him an ear-piercing verbal enema at a bus-stop within view of the Trevi fountain.

You know you're in Rome when there are more women's sexy underwear shops than grocery stores.

You know you're in Rome when the taxi drivers go on strike at ten in the morning, and then work out a deal by the time happy hour is about to begin.

You know you're in Rome when, in a laughing fit, you explain to a maitre 'd, "Sorry, I'm a little drunk," and he smiles responding, "But of course," and quickly offers you one of the best tables in the house.

You know you're in Rome when every young couple who walks past, hand in hand, reminds you of a black and white Fellini flick.

You know you're in Rome if it is perfectly acceptable to loiter and keep drinking wine at the a restaurant table for hours and hours.

You know you're in Rome when you discover more real books than e-readers.